Trial Of Strength (Book 13)

"RANGER PETE TURNS UP THE SEXUAL HEAT"

Ranger Pete and his boy Brandon have gone to the Palm Springs house of Uncle Mike and Larry, for work and play. While Pete is at work, Brandon visits Larry in his bike workshop where the hot young grease-stained mechanic re-lives a fantasy, crawling over the oil-slick floor.  But later, the hunky uniformed Ranger stages an even more graphic sexual spectacle that drives Brandon wild.

 <><>   More Play, Less Work <><>

“I guess you could call it a working vacation for Brandon and me,” said Ranger Pete as he and his boy ate dinner with their hosts, Uncle Mike and his boy Larry.”

Pete was referring to the two-day conference for Forest Ranger chiefs in southern California, to study water conservation methods during the worsening drought.  It was to take place in the Joshua Tree National Park in the Mojave Desert, not far from Palm Springs. So Mike, a man in his late fifties, known in the tribe as Uncle Mike, had invited Pete and his boy Brandon to stay with him and Larry in their sprawling ranch-style home in Palm Springs.

While Pete would be in Joshua Tree, Brandon, the tribe’s young business office manager, would be working on Uncle Mike’s accounts for his popular leather bar, accounts that Mike himself called “a total mess”.  Mike was a people person, the reason his bar was such a success. He was terrific behind the bar, but in the back office he was in the weeds – he just shut the file drawer on the whole mess.

Mike grinned, “But I hope your focus will be more on play than work, Brandon, ‘cos we want you and Pete to stay with us a long time. You two are a joy to have around.”

Actually, their first day out here had already been mostly play – or, more exactly, making love.  The handsome Ranger and his boy were known as the quiet lovers of the tribe, not showy like so many others.  But their love was intense, and the fact that Brandon was in a wheelchair did not impede them at all. In fact Pete’s affection for the boy was etched with pride at his courage and independence.

Mike had given them the small bungalow on the grounds, known as the Dream Cottage, where the pair had already spent most of the afternoon making love, before at last emerging for dinner. 

Earlier in the day Mike had said to Larry, “Kiddo, that look on the Ranger’s face, gazing at his boy, is pure love, as pure as it gets.”  And that’s what enchanted them now as Brandon talked excitedly about his job and Pete’s eyes grew moist watching him.”

Pete wanted an early night as he would be getting up early next day to drive out to Joshua Tree.  Brandon helped Larry clear dinner away, showing off a little by piling all the plates on his wheelchair tray table, his chin resting on the top.  Larry stretched his arms and grinned, “See, hands free,” as he followed Brandon into the kitchen to load the dishwasher.

They all parted with hugs and thanks, and went off – Mike and Larry to make love, and Pete and Brandon to ... well ... make love.”

Before long Brandon was asleep in Pete’s arms and peace descended on the Dream Cottage.

<><>    The Ranger Puts On His Uniform    <><>

Pete was still asleep next morning when he breathed in the aroma of coffee.  It stimulated his senses so strongly that his eyes flickered open and, still groggy, reached across the bed for Brandon.  Nobody there.  He heard sounds coming from the cottage’s small kitchen and within minutes the door was pushed open by a wheelchair and Brandon rolled in with a loaded tray on his tray table.

“Breakfast in bed sir?”

“Hey kiddo ... who is all this for?”

“It’s for the handsomest man on the planet, the kindest man on the planet, the hottest lover on the planet and ... and the man I love.”

“Wow, I wanna meet all those guys.  They sound too good to be true.”

“They are, sir, and breakfast is getting cold, so take the tray and shove over.”

Pete slid the heavy tray onto the bed, moved over and made room for Brandon, who pulled himself out of his chair onto the bed and sat beside Pete.

“Gee,” Pete smiled, “all my favorites – omelet, smoked salmon, berries, yogurt and croissants.”

“And a big bowl of café au lait to dunk your croissant in, sir, ‘cos I know that’s your favorite thing in the world.”

“No, my favorite thing in the world is the cutest boy on the planet, the kindest boy on the planet, the ...”

“OK, sir, we’ve already done that bit... and besides, I don’t wanna meet that boy ‘cos he sounds like too much competition.  Now shut up and eat.  It’s seven-thirty and Larry says you have to leave at eight-thirty to get to Joshua Tree on time.”

“You know what?  I think I’m gonna skip the conference and stay in bed all day with you.”

“Then you wouldn’t learn anything about water conservation, the world will dry out and burn to a crisp, and it’ll be all your fault, sir.”

Pete laughed so hard that Brandon had to steady the tray. “Anyway, sir, if you stay here you’ll just have a ringside view of me sifting through papers all day, not unlike watching paint dry.”

“I still can’t believe you’re looking forward to that, kiddo.”

“I am though, sir.  Uncle Mike said it’s all a chaotic mess, and he’s not given to exaggeration.  And you know me – I love a challenge.  When I’ve done with Mike I might ask Larry how he manages the money side of his bike repair shop.  So often, a one-man business like that is run by an expert in his field, like a mechanic, who’s clueless when it comes to the financial side.”

“Just don’t bite off more than you can chew, kid.  If you’re working all the time and neglecting me I might have to carry you off and chain you up as my love slave.”

“Hmm,” Brandon frowned.  “Maybe you should skip the conference, sir.”

Pete choked with laughter again, then focused on breakfast, with much croissant dunking.  A short while later, “OK, I’m done.  Now stay in bed and relax while I get ready, kid.” Pete got up, buck naked and went into the small bathroom. 

But Brandon didn’t stay in bed – this was too good to miss. He pulled himself into his chair and wheeled it to the open bathroom door.  It was a small bathroom and from the door Brandon had a perfect view of the shower.  He saw the naked Ranger step in, close the glass door behind him and turn on the water. 

With a stiffening cock Brandon saw water streaming down his man’s muscular bare body as Pete lathered up.  Soon the glass door steamed up so he could see only the shape of a man.  The rest was left to his imagination.  Stroking his cock, Brandon thought of all the images he had stored up of the many times he had seen him naked.  The anticipation of that sight when the steam cleared increased his lust and he stroked slowly to avoid cumming too soon.

When the water was turned off the steam cleared slowly, revealing the Ranger toweling himself off.  When the door opened Brandon was on the point of orgasm but Pete yelled, “No!  No boy of mine jerks off and spills his juice on the floor while I’m in the room.  I gotta do it.”

The naked Ranger walked forward and dropped to his knees in front of his boy.  “Let go your cock, boy.” Brandon obeyed, Pete bent his head and sucked the cock into his mouth.  Desperately holding back his climax Brandon ran his hands through Pete’s wet hair then down his neck to his shoulders that rose and fell as he sucked dick.   

Pete knew his boy well, knew when he was close.  He pulled his face back and smiled.  “I wanna drink your juice, boy.  You think you can cum?”

“Duh ... like every second, sir.”  Pete went down on him again and teased him, massaging his cock slowly with pursed lips.  Brandon stared down at the naked Ranger, on his knees, his rugged face rising and falling on his cock. 

He still tried to hold back ... but failed. “I’m gonna cum, sir.  I can’t stop.  I’m gonna shoot ...aaahh!”  His cock erupted in Pete’s mouth and he gulped it down.”

When at last he pulled back Pete grinned.  “One more source of protein you can add to my breakfast every morning from now on kiddo.  Now I gotta get dressed, pronto.”

He put on his boxers, then got his uniform that he had hung in the closet the day before.  He pulled on his dark green uniform pants, put his feet in his boots and rested each foot in turn on the seat of the wheelchair.  Brandon pulled the laces tight on each boot and tied them.

Pete stepped back and put on his gray T-shirt, then pulled on over it his short-sleeve tan uniform shirt..  He tucked both shirts in the waistband of his pants and buckled the belt round his slim waist.  He buttoned up the shirt, leaving the neck open to reveal a sexy triangle of T-shirt at his throat, just below his prominent Adam’s apple. 

Pete looked in the wall mirror, adjusted the shirt, then reached in the closet for his dark green peaked Ranger’s cap that Brandon found sexiest of all.  He had watched all this mesmerized and his cock stirred again.  He was just as excited watching the Ranger get dressed in his uniform as he always was watching him take it off.

Pete walked to the open bathroom door, turned to face Brandon and reached up to the top corners of the doorframe.  With his arms stretched up, his shirt’s short sleeves pulled back from his bulging biceps.  “So what do think, kiddo?   Am I ready?”

“Definitely, sir.”

“The hell I’m not, boy,” Pete growled.  “You think I’m gonna leave here with a boner in my pants, and go around nursing it all day thinking of you?  You gonna do something about that, kid?”

“Yes, sir.  Definitely sir, right away.”  Brandon wheeled up to the uniformed Ranger stretched in the doorway and stared at the bulge in his pants.  He reached out, pulled down the zipper and groped inside for the ranger’s cock.  When he pulled it out it was rock hard, pointing straight at his face. He licked the head, closed his mouth round it and took the cock all the way down his throat, to the sound of the Ranger’s deep satisfied sigh.

While he sucked he looked up at the Ranger, his body stretched, hips moving slowly back and forth, biceps flexing as his moved.  “Fuck, that feels good.”  He moved faster, fucking deeper down his boy’s throat.  Brandon didn’t gag, no matter how deep the Ranger went – he loved servicing him. 

He felt the cock swelling in his mouth, felt it pulsing, heard the loud gasp ... and tasted the Ranger’s bittersweet juice pouring down his throat.  He gulped it all down, then released the dripping cock and looked up.

Pete smiled down at the eager young face, semen running down his chin. He bent down, pulled Brandon up and held him tight, feet dangling off the floor.  He kissed him and laughed, “You are so right for me, kiddo.  What a sendoff.” 

<><>    Exotic Cars    <><>

Pete set him back in his wheelchair, pulled off his Ranger cap and planted it on Brandon’s head.  It’s yours, Brandon, wear it with pride.  I’ve got a spare right here.”  He pulled on a matching cap and zipped up his pants.  “Out there in the hot desert all day I’m gonna get real horny, so when I get home I want to find you here waiting to take care of me like you just did.

“Before you take off your uniform, sir?” Brandon grinned impishly.

“Of course.  You take care of my boner then help me take the uniform off.  Think you can manage that?”

“Yes please, sir,” Brandon beamed.  “Definitely.”

As they left the cottage Pete said, “I hope you have a great day with Mike and Larry, and those dry-as-dust accounts.”

“Not dry to me, sir, I love ‘em.  That may seem strange, but you know what they say, sir, ‘one man’s meat’ ...”

“Oh, you’re gonna get plenty of one man’s meat, kid, that’s a promise.” 

They approached Mike and Larry sitting at breakfast.  “Matching caps eh?” Mike chuckled.”

“Yeah, I just made this young man a junior Ranger.  His duties are to take care of the senior Ranger.”

“Looks like he just did,” Larry grinned, pointing to his own chin to alert Brandon to the blob of cum on his.  “You look like the cat who just ate the cream.”

Brandon wiped his chin and laughed, “Not cream exactly, Larry, but close.”

“Hey, guys, I gotta hit the road,” Pete said.  “Take care of my boy here.”

“Don’t worry, Ranger,” Mike smiled.  “Can’t get into much trouble sifting through invoices.  Enjoy your day at Joshua Tree.”

Pete bent down and kissed Brandon then strode off to the gate.  Watching him go, Mike said, “Now that is one super-sexy guy.  In my bar I get plenty of leather guys posing, trying to look macho.  To them S&M means stand and model.  But that guy doesn’t have to do a thing – in his quiet understated way he just oozes masculinity.  So Brandon, sit down, have a cup of coffee and give us the scoop.”

“Well, sir ...”  and Brandon was off and running.  His face glowing, eyes open wide, he gave them a breathless description of everything that had happened since they woke up this morning.

Mike and Larry watched fascinated, and Larry said, “Damn, you two sure know how to put the ‘dream’ in Dream Cottage.”

“OK,” Mike said, “so when Pete gets home later he wants you here to take care of his boner.  But in the meantime, d’you still wanna take a crack at my messy accounts?”

“Of course, sir, that’s the reason I came here.”

“Oh?” Larry grinned, “I thought it was because your Ranger needs you to help him in and out of his uniform.  Apparently Rangers can’t do that on their own.”

“You’re teasing me, Larry,” Brandon laughed.

“Me?  A Tease?  Never.”

“OK, you two, cut the crap and let’s get down to business,” Mike said.  “Here’s the plan.  I’m gonna go on ahead to open the bar and make sure we’re ready for the lunch crowd.  Brandon, Larry will bring you, ‘cos he needs to make a small detour on the way.  Er, Brandon, we don’t exactly have a dress code, especially in the back office, but maybe one or two items of clothing might be a good thing.”

Brandon laughed.  “I get your point, sir.  I’ll go get dressed and we’ll be all set.”  He turned his wheelchair and sped off to the cottage. 

“Larry, that kid is totally adorable.  I can see why Pete’s nuts about him.  Right, I’ll be off.  You got that bit of business we discussed squared away?”

“Yeah, I think Brandon will be pleased.  You know how independent he likes to be.”

A few minutes later Brandon was sitting in Larry’s truck, his wheelchair folded up behind his seat.  “Sorry about this little detour, Brandon, but you’ll still be at the bar before Mike opens it.  Brandon wasn’t especially curious about where they were going – just some business Larry had to attend to, he assumed.

But he was surprised when they pulled up at a car rental lot.  “What’s this, Larry?”

This isn’t your regular car-rental place.  It rents exotic cars, things you can’t find elsewhere.  I know the owner, I fix his motorcycles for him.”

Brandon chuckled, “You gonna get an exotic car, Larry?”

“No, dude, you are.”

Very confused now, Brandon followed Larry onto the rental lot where they were greeted by a man with a big smile.  “Larry, old buddy, you come for that car?  And this is the driver, I assume, smiling at Brandon in his wheelchair and shaking his hand. 

“I’m Joe and you must be Brandon who Larry’s told me about.  So, let me explain.  As well as exotic cars, we keep a couple of cars that have been adapted with hand controls.  Not exactly exotic, but real special. Sometimes we get tourists who are like yourself and want to be independent driving around town.  Come over here.”

He led Brandon to a good-size white SUV and opened the driver’s door.  Those hand controls look familiar?”

“It’s just like my truck that I drive everywhere,” Brandon said.   

“Jump in, dude, and try it on for size.”  Terry had used just the right words – ‘jump inside’ – and Brandon expertly pulled himself up behind the wheel.  “Drive around the lot, see how it feels.”

Brandon started the engine and drove confidently round the lot, ending up by backing smoothly into a space.  “Feels perfect, Joe.”

Joe laughed.  “An expert, I see.  I don’t have to tell you how to drive this thing – you could probably give me lessons.  Come into the office and we’ll do the paperwork.  I just need your driver’s license.”

Joe had the rental agreement all ready, just had to fill in the blanks and have Brandon sign and initial.  Brandon handed him his credit card, but Joe smiled.  “No need, Brandon, Larry’s taken care of all that.  You’re all set, buddy.  Hey Larry, that Suzuki of mine is acting up again.  Think you can take a look at it sometime next week?”

“Sure thing, Joe.  It’s probably the same problem as last time.  Just give me a call and I’ll come pick it up.  “OK, Brandon, I’m going to my workshop now so you’re on your own.   You know the way to Mike’s bar, don’t you?  Continue south on Palm Canyon and left on Cherokee.”

“Larry, I don’t know how to thank for this ...”

“Dude, you’re already thanking me by tackling that pile of rubble in Mike’s office.  Wait till you see it.  You’ll know I got the best of the bargain just by renting this car.”

Brandon thanked Joe and drove off, feeling carefree and independent.  Now for these famous accounts.”

<><>    Brandon Gives Orders To Uncle Mike    <><>

Brandon easily found the bar and pulled into the empty parking lot.  Mike came out to greet him and smiled.  “Wow, nice car.  Does it drive OK?”

“Sir, I can’t thank you enough for ...”

“Ah don’t mention it.  You wanna be able to get around town on your own don’t you?  What if there was no one to drive you and you couldn’t get home in time for that horny Ranger of yours?  Besides, maybe you won’t wanna thank me when you see that pile of garbage in there.”

Brandon grinned, “That’s what Larry said, only he called it rubble.”

Mike laughed.  “To misquote Shakespeare, ‘A rose by any other name is still a pile of trash’.  Come on in and you’ll see what I mean.”  Brandon pulled his folded chair from behind the seat, flipped it open on the ground and eased himself down into it.

“When you come next time, dude – if there is a next time after you’ve seen what you’re in for – you can park in the back next to my truck and use the back door that leads straight into the office.”  They went through the empty bar to the office door. Inside, Mike said anxiously, “OK, this low file cabinet here ... first drawer is payables, the other one receivables.”

“At least you separated them, sir.  That’s a start.”  Mike stood back and winced as Brandon tugged at the first drawer, but it stuck.  “You, er, have to tug harder, dude. It’s kinda ... stuffed.”

“It can’t be that bad, sir.”  But when the drawer jerked open he frowned.  “On the other hand ...”  It was stuffed with papers some of which fell out on the floor.

“On the other hand,” Mike winced, “it could be worse than your worst nightmares ... the kind of mess that makes grown men weep.”

“No time to weep, sir, just gotta get stuck in.”  Brian put on his owl glasses.  “OK, before I start I need your help with the heavy lifting.  Those three little tables over there, pull them over here.  That’s right.  Now pull out that huge mess of payables and load them on one table.  Put the smaller pile of receivables on the other.  The third one is for me to work at.”  He pulled his laptop from his saddlebag.  “I’ll need your laptop too, sir, and your password.

Mike brightened.  “Oh that’s easy ... it’s password.”

Brandon winced.  “Well that’s the first thing I have to change.  That is so stu ...unwise ...”

“You can say stupid, kiddo.  When it comes to all this computer stuff I’m a babe in the woods.”

“In the weeds, you mean, sir.  Password is the most obvious and commonly used password and the most prone to hacking.  I’ll create a safer one for you.  Also, I’ll need the password to your checking account.  Uh-oh, don’t tell me that one is password too.”

Mike looked like a scolded child.  “Actually, Brandon, all my passwords are the same.  You get to my age you need something that’s easy to remember.”

“And easy to steal.  Well, at least I know how to get into all your accounts.”

Mike grinned.  “See not entirely stupid.  Er, that big pile of payables.  Some of them I have paid and just thrown the bill back in there.  Here, let me try and find them, must be here somewhere.”

“Uncle Mike,” Brandon said sternly, “please, leave it all to me.  The best thing you can do is get out of here and leave me alone.”

Chastened, Mike said, “You mean I’ve done enough damage already.”

“Exactly.  You can only make a king-size mess even messier.”

“I’ve been thrown out of classier joints than this.  Much classier.”

“And I’m throwing you out of this one.”

“You sound like my boss, my office manager.”

“While I’m here I am the office manager. And I’m telling you to go.”   Brandon pointed to the door, blinking behind his owl glasses, trying to look stern.  Mike found him adorable and wanted to bend down and kiss him.  But he resisted the urge and saluted instead. “Aye-aye, sir.  You’re the boss.”

Uncle Mike obeyed orders and left.

<><>    Spreadsheets & Sperm    <><>

Still smiling to himself, Mike started setting up the bar for when he opened the doors at noon.  He could see why Pete was so crazy about the boy – and why Brandon was so successful in the crucial job of managing the tribe’s business office.  He could lay down the law to anyone – even Mike in his own office.

And when Mike saw that determined expression on Brandon’s face, he understood his need to feel independent and ignore his wheelchair.  Mike was so happy that he and Larry had managed to rent him an adapted car so he could get around town without help.

Mike left Brandon alone for a couple of hours.  He strained to hear what was happening, alert for any cries for help, but all he heard was the rustling of papers and the sound of a computer keyboard. 

When Mike’s relief bartender Jim came in and opened the bar, Mike left him to it, explaining that Brandon was in the office.  “He actually threw me out of my own office.”

Jim smiled, “You should be grateful someone at last has the guts to tackle that mess in there.”

“And he’s absolutely the best, Jim.  I’m gonna risk interrupting him with a couple of beers if you can handle the bar for a while.”

Mike grabbed the beers and knocked gently on the door.  “Can I come in, dude?”

“Sure,” came the cheerful reply. 

Mike went in and gaped at the sight.  The ragged piles of paper now lay in neat piles on both tables, and Brandon looked up and smiled behind his glasses. “Quite a transformation,” Mike said.  “You got time for a beer break?”

“Yes thank you, sir.  Bob always tells us that we have to take breaks from our computers or we’ll go stir crazy.”  Mike sat next to him and opened the bottles.  Brandon took a long drink, then stretched up his arms.  “Hmm, just what I needed.  And sir, I owe you an apology for being so rude earlier and ordering you out of here.”

“Not at all, Brandon.  You were absolutely right.  You’re the boss in here, and you didn’t want me getting in your hair.  You seem to have made a lot of progress.”

Bandon’s eyes sparkled with enthusiasm.  “I’ll explain basically where I’m at, sir.  The payables are in three piles – the first is bills that you had already paid, the second is non-urgent payables, and the third are ones we should send checks on today.  I checked your bank accounts and you have plenty of money to cover the checks.

“I went through the receivables and pulled out the delinquent ones.  Tomorrow we’ll send out sternly worded demands for payment, or they’ll think we’ve just written them off as bad debt.

“I’ve set up a spreadsheet in my computer to handle it all.  That’ll make it easier for the guys in my office to take over your accounts, and be a help to Bob in filing your year-end taxes.  I’ll show you how to scan future bills in your computer, and my staff will have immediate access to them.  We’ll take care of everything from there on.  Sound good, sir?”

“Music to my ears, dude. I can never thank you enough for all this, it’s a huge weight off my shoulders.  But here’s where I have to lay the law down myself.  I will not let you work beyond two o’clock today.  If I overwork you I would never be forgiven by that tough Ranger who’s so protective of you.  This is meant to be a vacation for you both. 

“After you stop work here, I think it would be a good idea for you to drop in on Larry at his bike repair workshop.  I worry about him working so hard and all alone.  He would love a visit from you, and it would be good for you to get to know each other better.  I’ll order sandwiches for you both as you haven’t had lunch yet, and you can take them with you.  Do we have a deal, kiddo?”

“Deal, sir” Brandon grinned. “I’d like to see Larry’s workshop and keep him company for a while.  Now I better get back to this lot so I’ll have the checks ready for you to sign before I leave.”

Mike stood up and said, “Before I go there’s something I wanted to do before but you were so fierce I was scared to.  It’s this ...”  Mike bent down and kissed Brandon’s forehead, his cheeks and then pressed their lips together in a long affectionate embrace. 

When at last he pulled away and stood up, Brandon smiled.  “Sir, I have a rule with my staff that they can’t work while they’re nursing a boner, it’s too distracting.  And now you’ve given me a major hardon.  So please get out of here or I’ll have to jerk off all over these files and ruin everything.  Spreadsheets and sperm don’t go together, sir.”

<><>    Larry & Brandon Swap Stories    <><>

Just before two o’clock Mike went back into the office and Brandon said, “Ah good.  Here are the checks for you to sign, sir.  I’ll mail them on my way to Larry’s.  In future if we print checks in our office maybe you could give signatory powers to Bob, but I’ll ask him to talk to you about that.  It’s exciting isn’t it, sir?”

“You make it exciting, kiddo.  OK, here are the sandwiches. I’ll sign the checks and off you go.”

Minutes later Brandon was in his rented SUV.  He dropped the letters in a mailbox, then drove on to Larry’s bike repair shop located in a small industrial area.  Larry greeted him as he wheeled himself in.  “Dude, great to see you, welcome to my humble home.”

As Larry strode toward him, Brandon gulped and his cock stiffened in his shorts.  He always found Larry hot looking, in a scruffy/sexy sort of way, but now he was stunning, dressed in black work boots and oil-streaked old jeans.  Stretched over his muscular torso was a frayed tank top that had once been white but was now filthy gray, smothered in oil and grease that also streaked his face and arms.

“And I brought lunch, Larry.”  They went to a small table where Larry sat on a stool and Brandon wheeled up facing him.  “You need to wash up first, Larry?”

Larry laughed.  “No point, buddy.  When I go back to work I’ll be disgusting again in minutes.  ’Fraid you gotta take me as you find me.”

Brandon grinned. “No problem there, dude, you look way sexy like that.  You look like a character in a porn movie I once saw where a biker comes into a repair shop to pick up his bike but it’s not ready so he yells and cusses out the hot young mechanic, who retaliates and there’s a big ol’ fight.”

“Who wins?”

“The mechanic, of course.”

“Good,” Larry said.  “And that reminds me of a real-life scene that happened right here in this shop.  Young Ben had run away from home and was working here as my assistant mechanic.  He happened to be here alone when a tough, mean biker came in, lusted for the kid and started to molest him.  But Randy had come out here looking for his little brother and when he saw what was happening he went totally apeshit and thrashed the guy as only Randy can. 

“When the biker was begging for mercy Randy made him strip naked. then ordered him to leave, riding his bike.  To get home he was forced to ride through town naked.  He was the laughingstock of the biker community and left town soon after that, never to be seen again.”

“Yup,” Brandon smiled, “Randy sure knows how to demolish a man and protect his boys.”

“Like your man Pete protects you, kiddo.  Damn, that guy is one sexy stud.”  As they ate and drank beer they chatted easily with no inhibitions and Larry’s tongue loosened.  “Dude, you and Pete seem so perfect together, but something I’ve often wondered about.  Feel free to tell me to butt out, it’s none of my business.”

Brandon chuckled.  “I can guess where you’re going with this, Larry.  It’s a question everyone wants to ask but they’re afraid it might be indelicate ... how do Pete and I make love ... what do we do sexually?”

“Sorry, dude – I never was known for delicacy.  I’m just a roughneck, no manners.  I shouldn’t have invaded your privacy like that.”

“No sweat, Larry, it’s the roughneck image I find such a turn-on in you.  I don’t mind talking about it.  First, you should know that it’s only my legs don’t work, everything else works just fine, especially my dick.   There’s something about being in a wheelchair that makes me extra horny – lack of lower body exercise I guess.

“Then, of course, there’s Pete.  Just looking at him gets me hard.  We make love in bed, of course, no problem, but he knows when all I need is to get my rocks off and he knows just how to do it.  He stands in front of me, unzips his uniform and shoves that juicy dick in my mouth.

“Or – something I find totally hot – he kneels down while I’m just sitting there, leans forward and sucks me off.  There is something so exciting watching a macho alpha-stud Ranger on his knees, servicing another guy by sucking his dick.”

“Tell me about it, dude,” Larry grinned wickedly, “Mike does that for me often.  But better yet is the other way round.  Hey, I’ve got another story for you that actually happened, right here.”

<><>    The Mechanic Re-lives A Fantasy    <><>

“See, Brandon, one of the things Mike loves about me is that roughneck thing you mentioned.  I used to be a young street tough, running around wild.  Mike found that sexy, but of course he had to tame me.

“I still flare up sometimes and he won’t stand for that.   Not so long ago we had an argument – you know, one of those fights over nothing.  But for some reason I lost it, I yelled at him, cussed him out ... dude I can be real mean and mouthy, even to Mike.  I could see the anger flash in his eyes, so I got the hell out of the house and came here.  I took refuge in my work, that usually calms me down.”

“Did Mike follow you?”

“I thought he probably would ... no, to be honest I hoped he would.  As I worked on a bike in here I realized what I had done, how rude and disrespectful I had been to the man I love, idolize.  I needed to make amends, to humble myself and beg forgiveness.  But the hell of it was, I was still angry – you know, the kind that eats you up.

“Anyway, I heard Mike’s bike pull up outside and I felt relieved, but defiant too.  I’m not the kinda guy to give in easily.  So I sat on the bike real casual, like this.” He got up, turned his back to the bike he’d been working on, leaned back and perched sideways on the saddle, feet on the floor.

“I wanted to look as tough as I could.  I was dressed just like I am now, filthy jeans and boots and a ragged old tank just like this one, and I folded my arms across my chest, like this.”

“Wow,” Brandon said, “Sure looks tough to me, dude, a hot stud mechanic.  Makes me hard.”

“Good,” Larry said – flashing the roguish grin again.  “So, there he stood in the doorway looking hotter than hell, and terrifying.  He had come on his bike, in heavy boots, leather pants, a black leather vest open over his brawny gray-haired chest.  There’s nothing scarier dude than an angry macho older biker in leather.

“I expected him to look mad and to bawl me out, ream my ass.  But he had that steel-cold look in his eyes and just sat on a chair, right there where you are now, legs manspread.  He stared at me and I crumbled inside.  He was my man, my lover and I needed him to punish me.  His silence and that steely gaze were killing me. Then, at last, he growled, ‘On your knees, boy’.

“All my defiance, my arrogance were gone.  I would have done anything for him.  So I got on my knees and hung my head.”  Brandon watched mesmerized as Larry demonstrated by kneeling on the greasy floor.

“’On your belly’, Mike ordered.”  Brandon watched the muscled mechanic fall forward into the puddles of oil on the workshop floor.

“I looked up and he was staring at me with a mix of anger and lust.  ‘Yeah,’ he snarled ‘not so tough now, are you, punk?  I get off watching a defiant, young mechanic like you broken and humiliated.  You’re gonna crawl, stud – slow, real slow – ‘cos I’m the boss ... your boss.’”

Brandon was riveted by the sight of the handsome, macho mechanic debasing himself, dragging himself face down through the muck and grease, arms stretched, clawing his way forward.  As he snaked his way painfully over the floor, a nail or screw snagged his shirt and it ripped and hung ragged from one shoulder.

When he reached Brandon, Larry raised his oil-soaked face.  “Mike made me open his leather pants and pull out his cock.  He grabbed my hair with both hands and forced my face down on his cock.  He pounded it up and down and I choked, suffocating.”

Larry reached up, yanked open Brandon’s shorts and pulled out his cock that was, of course, hard as steel.  In a daze Brandon grabbed Larry’s thick curly dark hair and pulled his face down on his cock. 

He couldn’t match the ferocity of Uncle Mike, and he didn’t need to.  The whole spectacle – watching the muscular young mechanic humble himself, drag himself over the oily floor, his shirt in shreds – had roused Brandon’s lust to the point of orgasm. 

And now the sight and feel of the young stud forced to suck his cock drove him over the edge.  Still grabbing Larry’s hair, he pulled the face hard down on his cock, and it erupted in his mouth.  Larry gagged and gulped the flood of semen that poured inside him. 

And then ... he pulled off the dripping cock, and his dirt-streaked face broke into that roguish smile.  “Fucking awesome, dude ... damn that was hot.  And it was real, kid, it actually happened just like that.  You wanna see how it ended?”

Larry sprang to his feet and towered over Brandon.  The image of the muscular oil-smothered mechanic, his ripped shirt hanging in fragments from one shoulder, was such a fantasy that Brandon almost came again. 

Larry pulled his cock out of his jeans and pounded it in his fist.  “Here it comes, dude.  Open up ...”  He pumped his other fist triumphantly in the air and yelled, “Yeaaah,” as jizz blasted from his cock and splashed down on Brandon’s face and in his gaping mouth.”

“Whoa,” Larry yelled, “that was epic.  Dude, you may be the super-efficient office manager, but you are also a whole load of fun to play with. Time for another beer.”

Just then Brandon’s phone rang.  “Hey, kiddo, it’s Pete.  Today’s session just ended, so I’m on my way home – leaving right now.  I am so fucking horny, kid, you gonna be there?”

“Yes ... yes, sir.  “Of course ...”

“Great, see you in an hour.  Can’t wait.”  And he rang off.

Brandon looked at Larry in a panic.  “It’s Pete ... he just left ... he’s on his way home ...”

“Terrific,” Larry smiled.  “That gives you an hour to go home and freshen up.”

“I dunno, Larry.  What we just did ... I ... I ...”

“Hey, you’re not worried about that, are you?  Dude you were having fun.  Pete won’t mind, he wants you to have fun.  It’s not as if we made love or anything.  We just played out a little fantasy and got our rocks off.”

“I dunno, Larry .... I just ... I gotta go.  Thanks for everything, dude.  You’re a great guy.”

He whirled his wheelchair round and raced out the door to his car.

<><>    Brandon Panics    <><>

Mike had just got home from the bar after handing over to his relief bartender Jim.  He was pouring himself a drink and smiled at the sound of Brandon’s rented car pulling up outside.   Seconds later Brandon came rolling in and blurted, “He’s coming, sir, he just phoned me, he’s coming home.”

“I assume you mean Pete, kiddo.  No need to panic, he won’t be here for a good forty-five minutes, plenty of time for you to spiff up and make yourself sexy, which you already are, by the way.  Did you have a nice visit with Larry?”

“But that’s just it, sir, we had sex.  He crawled over the floor and sucked my dick, then jerked off all over me.  Then Pete called and ...”

“Woah, kid, slow down.  I’m too old for this warp-speed stuff.  OK, so Larry played out some sex fantasy and you both got your rocks off right?”

“But what about Pete, sir?  I gotta tell him and then he’ll ... I don’t know what he’ll do.”

Mike sat down in front of Brandon, reached out and squeezed his hands. “Calm down, kiddo and listen to me.  My guess is Pete will laugh.  He wants you to have fun, which you clearly did or you would have stopped.  Larry can be a whole lot of fun – I should know.”

“But we had sex, sir, and Pete said he’s horny and he’ll want to make love to me ...”

“Are you saying you made love with Larry, fell in love with him?”

“No sir, of course not, it was just sex.  I’m in love with Pete, I could never be in love with anyone else.”

“So there’s your answer, buddy.  And Pete’s in love with you – hook, line and sinker in love. All you gotta do is tell Pete what you did.  He’ll love that you’ve been having a good time and he won’t fall ‘out of love’ with you, or whatever they call it these days.  Now, calm down, have a drink with me and when Pete gets here you take him into the cottage and tell him all about it.”

Mike’s wise, soothing voice did help calm Brandon, but he stiffened when they heard Pete’s truck pull up.  He came in, still in his Ranger uniform, beamed at Brandon, bent down and kissed him.  “Hey kiddo, you sure look bright eyes and bushy tailed.  You got a glow about you.”

“That’s because I had sex, sir,” Brandon blurted.  “I had sex ...”

“With Mike?” Pete grinned.

“No, sir, with Larry ... in his workshop.  Don’t be angry, sir, I didn’t ... I wasn’t ...”

Pete glanced over at Mike who smiled, shrugged and rolled his eyes.”

“OK, Brandon, let’s go to our little cottage and sort this out.  And don’t worry, I’m not angry.  See you later Mike.”  Pete gave him a knowing smile and Mike watched them cross the lawn to the small bungalow.

<><>    The Ranger Turns Up The Heat    <><>

Inside Pete sat down on the couch and pulled Brandon’s chair close.  “OK, kiddo.  Now take a deep breath and tell me all about it.  Don’t leave anything out.”

Brandon gulped and began, “Well sir, I went to visit Larry in his workshop and he was looking real hot, wearing ....”

Pete listened to the whole story without interrupting, except for an occasional soft “wow” or “really?” He described all the details and Pete was amused to see that Brandon warmed to the story as he told it, re-living some of the excitement he had felt at the time.   But he became somber at the end as he said, “And we were gonna have a drink but then you phoned and I panicked and came right home ...

“Sir please don’t be angry, I just got carried away ... Larry was acting out the real-life scene he’d had with Mike when Mike made him do all those things to punish him.  Larry was real sexy, but not nearly as sexy as you, sir, nobody is.”

“Well that’s good to hear,” Pete smiled.  “So if I got this straight, Larry told you that what turns him on is seeing a big tough top man crawling in humiliation ... in his case a hot mechanic dragging himself over a greasy floor making amends to Mike.  Is that what turned you on too?”

“Oh yes, sir.  I think a lot of the boys get turned on by stuff like that.  Like that time at the Grady House when boss Randy was tied up, forced to watch his guys get worked over till he begged for release.  Everyone found that hot, sir.”

“Yeah, I know I did,” Pete chuckled. “So, describe for me again what Larry looked like, it sounds kinda pornographic.”

“It was, sir, this butch young mechanic wearing jeans and boots and a frayed old tank-top that got torn off him as he crawled along.  And in the end the final humiliation was this macho top guy having to suck another man’s cock.”

“Yeah, gotta admit that does sound sexy, kiddo.  But I guess the guy has to be a real top, like boss Randy, or a stud in uniform, like a cop, Mark, used to giving orders, but now having to take them.  And I guess it’s even hotter if the guy watching is in love with the degraded man, like Randy’s guys were that day.”

Pete stood up and wheeled a surprised Brandon to the side of the room.  “Don’t move, kid, that’s an order.”

The Ranger strode over to the other side of the room, turned and faced Brandon, who had no idea what was going on, although he was pretty sure Pete was not going to punish him.  He stared across the room at the tall muscular Ranger, so dominant in his uniform – boots, dark green pants, biceps bulging under the tight short sleeves of the tan shirt over a gray T-shirt.

Pete undid the top button of his shirt, then the next, all the way down to his waist.  He pulled the shirt open, then free of his belt, shrugged it off and flung it aside.  This was one of Brandon’s favorite looks – the Ranger in uniform pants, boots and his gray T-shirt stretched over his chest, part of it pulled out at the waist and hanging loose over his belt. 

But then Brandon gasped at a sight he never seen before.  Pete grabbed the neck of his T-shirt with both hands ... and ripped it down the middle so it hung ragged from both shoulders, his muscled pecs on full display. 

“Oh ...” Brandon gulped at what came next and he realized what Pete was doing.  The Ranger in the ripped T-shirt sank to his knees and fell forward on his stomach.  It was clearly a replay of what Brandon had described Larry doing, but the effect was much more powerful. 

Brandon always looked on the tall, handsome Ranger as a power figure, dominant, self-assured.  He had never seen Pete topped, humiliated or degraded.  But now that he did, it stirred a whole new set of emotions in him.  Here was the erotic image that he and all the boys found so exciting – a top alpha male crawling in submission, his shirt hanging in shreds. 

“But this was not any alpha male.  It was the Ranger he idolized, the strong, protective authority figure he loved.  Pete had assumed the role of a beaten man for Brandon’s benefit ... to excite him as Larry had.   Only this was much more exciting.  He saw his lover through new eyes ... and his cock was raging in his shorts.

He watched transfixed as the humbled Ranger crawled in defeat toward his own boy.  His arms stretched forward, clawing at the carpet, shoulders and arms bulging, his body writhing.  When he got to Brandon he reached forward, yanked open the boy’s shorts and pulled out his cock.  The handsome face bent low and he swallowed Brandon’s cock all the way down his throat.

Dazed by the pornographic sight of the uniformed hunk submitting to the final humiliation of sucking another man’s cock, Brandon shuddered, “Aaagh”, and blasted semen in the Ranger’s mouth.  Pete gulped it down, then got to his feet.  Brandon stared in awe at the Ranger looming over him, torn shirt now hanging in shreds round his waist. 

Pete smiled, “Now, kiddo, just so you know, that broken man ain’t the real me ... this is.   He unzipped his pants, pulled out his rigid cock and stroked it in front of the boy’s face.  Brandon threw his head back and opened his mouth wide, like a chick waiting to be fed.  So Pete fed him his cock.  A few thrusts was all it took for Pete to yell, “I love you, boy ...” and for Brandon to drink the juice of the man he loved – now more than ever,.

Pete pulled out and sprayed the rest of his load over Brandon’s upturned face.  Then he crammed his cock back in his pants, bent down and picked Brandon up in his arms, then carried him to the bedroom and laid him gently on the bed.  He laid down beside him and licked the cum from his face.  “Kiddo, that was real hot, but what I like best of all is this ... lying next to you in bed and watching you fall asleep in my arms.

“But just so you know, it don’t upset me at all if you fool around with other guys like Larry.  I just wanted to show you that whatever sexual fantasies you get into with others, you can get the same from me, just as good.”

“Not ‘just as good’, sir.  Much better, much more exciting.  Is it OK if I doze a bit now, sir?”

“OK?  I insist on it, dude.  Then we’ll go and join our hosts.  I want to hear how you impressed Uncle Mike with your office genius.

<><>    Trouble Brewing    <><>

Half an hour later Mike was sitting in his favorite spot in the garden sipping a martini, when Larry came home from his workshop, looking just as he had when Brandon left.”

Mike gave his throaty laugh. “Don’t need no crystal ball to guess what you’ve been doing, stud.  Besides, Brandon told us the whole thing.  Pete’s in the bungalow right now reassuring him that all is well, no hard feelings.  Nothing could ever break those two up.  Ah, here they come now.”

Pete and Brandon had showered and were now wearing boardshorts and T-shirts – and great big smiles.  Come have a drink, guys,” Mike grinned.  “I was just gonna send this grease-monkey here to the shower.”

“Is everything OK, Pete?” Larry asked.

“Never better, dude,” Pete grinned.  “Thanks for showing my boy here a good time.  Damn, I can see what turned him on.” 

Larry left and Mike said, “Pete, apart from all the sexual shenanigans today, this boy of yours is downright brilliant.  You should see the magic act he performed on my chaotic accounts.  It looks like I’m almost out of the woods, and I’ll never have to lose sleep over that mess again.”

Pete smiled proudly at his boy, just as Brandon’s phone rang.  “It’s Brian ... hey bro, what’s up?”

“That’s what I was gonna ask you, dude.  When Grady gets home this evening he’s gonna be hungry for gossip.  You got any?”

“Do I ever,” Brandon grinned. “And it’s a long story.”

“In that case I’ll need to write it in my notebook, it’s up in my room.  Won’t take a minute ‘cos I’ll use the new ramp that Randy built round back.  It goes straight upstairs so I don’t have to take the elevator every time.  I’ll call you right back, buddy.”

But he didn’t.  Brandon chatted with Pete and Mike for a while, then started to frown.  “Wonder what’s keeping Brian.  Mind if I call him again?”  He punched the number but got one of those automated ‘call cannot be completed as dialed’ messages.  “That’s strange.  Sounds like his phone’s playing up.  Sirs, do you mind if I call Mario?”

“Go ahead, Brandon,” Mike said.  “Put your mind at rest that nothing’s wrong.

Mario was in the kitchen when he got Brandon’s call.  “I haven’t seen Brian in a while, Brandon, I’ve been with Danny in the kitchen.  I’ll go and look for him and have him call you.  Don’t worry it’s probably just something wrong with his phone.  He can use mine.”

Mario went across the garden but saw no sign of Brian.  He went round the back of the house ... and gasped in shock.  “Dio mio ... No ... Danny,” he yelled. “Come quickly. I need your help ...”

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TO BE CONTINUED IN “A Trial Of Strength – Book 13: Chapter 40